Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

get outta my dreams
and lie in my bed
your flesh i long to feel
your lips i long to taste

get outta my dreams
so i may finally smell
your hair flowing across
breasts hungry for touch

get outta my dreams
i long to become
one with you
as we rise to heights
scaled thru explorations
of every inch of you
that have remained
hidden in the recesses
of my uneasy nights
tossing and spinning
from the sheer ecstasy
of all the possibilities
vacating all else from
my restless pumping heart

get outta my dreams
and enter my famished world
where the two of us may enjoin
in the passionate reality
of being at one with each other

get outta my dreams
(soon)
get outta my dreams
(quickly)
get outta my dreams
(hurry)
i long to

fuck you

....now

A tasty dream poem...yowsuh!

the ending surprised me, which is always good, it keeps us from getting too comfortable with the direction of something......good old fantasy...it all starts with a dream...

Thx, Steve... one of those trips thoughts can lead us, eh?

... and thanx Steve (!), glad you enjoyed that ending... or is there ever one?

take care...

Never an ending
When dreams happen,
Whike awake

This moment
I must fake
Deep in wake

My passion is gone
Love never belongs
To me, you see

Only momentary happiness
That always deteriorates
Because I can never be

What anyone needs
A hunger that craves
An admirer, perpetuity

sweet dreams Cecil

I wish I could dream like that.

I enjoyed your poem a lot.